Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.